Ben
I hadn't slept very well. Knowing that I could've used my words more wisely at the bar the other night had kept me awake. The look on Lindsey's face was something I hadn't wanted to see. My heart felt like it got dragged through hell all over again, and I knew that it had made her feel more-than-uneasy.
I’d woken early, and I wanted to see if she felt better, so I decided to head my car to her camp before I went to work for the day. I hoped she’d be there. My mind was still doing its whirring and flipping, a constant change of thoughts that meandered and ungracefully flipped into a hundred billion different scenarios. It was like it was on autopilot, flashing up everything from the past and adding the present, then blending it together into a cocktail of weird emotions. But, despite
